AN: There's been many different things I've read, and all of them point me in different directions. So, for the sake of this chapter, please pretend that Valentine's Day was invented back then? I've read things that said it was, so hopefully they were correct. :) I had a strange desire to write a story for that day. ;D

Also, this is inspired by "You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound. The song reminded me terribly of Sweeney's character.

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They were young. The boy had dirty blonde hair, and the girl was brunette with golden highlights shimmering in the gentle morning glow. He held a single red rose out to her, and she squealed, leaning in to kiss him. She had to go on her toes, as she was much shorter than he was. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, and she flung her frail, pale arms about his neck.

Sweeney Todd grimaced at them. They stood below his window, oblivious to anything else around them. He was disgusted by the act of romance in public as they made it out to be. They looked to be in their early teens, each with a look of total innocence on their faces as they smiled happily at each other in their embrace. He turned away from the window, and stalked over to the wooden case his fine, silver friends laid in. He opened it slowly, listening to the loud creaking it created. The inside of the box had grown slightly tattered, he figured the years hadn't been particularly kind to it either. He figured it ironic, that both him and the box that held his most prized possessions had a rather rough fifteen years. He, locked away in Australia; the case, locked away under a dusty old floorboard.

There was a sudden knocking at the door, as gentle as her footsteps had been coming up the stairs, that interrupted his thoughts. He turned around to see no other than Mrs. Lovett now entering the room. Her hair was in it's usual pile on top of her head, and she was dressed in one of her fancier dresses. She had her hands behind her back, and a smile graced her face. He looked away, back towards the couple out on the street.

"'Ello, love! Beautiful day, innit? Sun is shinin' an' all, pretty as anythin' in the world, ey'?"

He grunted in response. She always talked about the weather, every day. He normally didn't mind much, but the young couple had already agitated him.

"Do you know what day it is today, Mr. T?"

He looked at her. He couldn't remember what month it was, let alone what day it was. "No."

"Mr. Todd! You silly man, it's Valentine's Day! February fourteenth, it is! I always loved Valentine's Day, every since I was a little girl I did. I loved celebratin' it, always sad whenever it was o'er."

It was around then when he stopped listening to her and started thinking. He vaguely remembered actually enjoying Valentine's Day. He used to like to buy Lucy things, but more so on that particular day. He couldn't remember what he would buy her, but she always loved it. He knew that, she'd smile . . .

"Mr T! Are ya listenin' to me?"

"Of course, pet," he mumbled, avoiding her glance.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Ah, Mr. Todd. Always off in your head, you are, ey'?"

He walked over to the window without acknowledging what she said. The couple were still there, talking as people passed by. The girl still had a smile on her face, as did the boy. She was talking at a fast rate, and the boy laughed.

Mrs. Lovett placed a hand no his shoulder as she walked up beside him. "Pretty li'l thin', ain't she? I can only 'ope that boy isn't usin' the poor girl, but knowin' men nowadays. They always seem to be doin' that, ey' Mr. T? It's a right shame, it is, makin' a innocent thin' believe lies like tha'. It ain't righ' t'all."

He looked over at her. Her expression was as serious as her words, until a look of realization over her features.

"Oh, Mr. T, I nearly forgot! I got ya somethin'."
She turned to him, holding out a small box. She looked up at him with a shy smile on her face.

"I didn' get ya anythin' for your birthday, Mr. Todd. I wanted to, but I didn' 'ave the money then. But with this nice bus'ness we 'ave runnin' 'ere, I've got money to spend on ya, 'aven't I? So, this 'ere is for Valentine's Day and your birthday."

Sweeney looked at her. She was staring at her feet, with a light blush on her face. He turned his glance to the box, which was dark wooden with 'ST' engraved in gold. He unsurely took it from her and opened it.

Silver gleamed up at him, bright as the midday sun. Five new silver razors sat inside the box, all greatly contrasting the dark velvet insides of their case. He ran a hand over one of the handles delicately. They had cost her quite a sum of money.

"I can understand if ya don' want 'em, Mr. Todd. I know you're quite fond of your ol' ones an' all, but I thought you migh' wan' somethin' knew. I got the man to engrave your initials into the case, and your name into them razors, to add some personality to it, ya know? Ya don' got'ta use 'em if ya don' wan' to, though."

He took one of the blades out and flipped it open. 'Sweeney Todd' was indeed engraved into the blade. That would have cost her much more money than the razors alone. He flipped it shut and put it back.

She looked at him, her face growing redder as she looked at him. He thought it to be amazing the effect he could have on the woman was. So much as a glance at her and she was embarrassed. It hardly made sense to him.

He placed the case next to his old one, and looked at her. There was a gleam in her eye, one of hopefulness, anxiety, and something he couldn't quite place. He knew the emotion, but he couldn't put a name to it.

Sweeney reached his arm out. He knew he shouldn't. He shouldn't show her any affection, he shouldn't show her any mind. Lucy, he couldn't betray Lucy. So he hesitated. Only for a moment, before pulling Mrs. Lovett against him.

She wrapped her arms around his body, sighing contently as he placed his head on top of hers. He stroked her hair gently, whispering a gentle "Thank you."

She buried her head into the crook of his neck, muttering "'Welcome," in response just as the bell jingled.

He quickly released the woman, looking up to the bearded man standing in the entrance. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Sweeney placed a welcoming smile on his face, "Not at all, sir. Here for a shave, are you?"

The man laughed, "Yes, I do believe it's about time for one."

He heard the bell jingle as Mrs. Lovett left but paid no mind to it. "Take a seat, sir."

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He walked up behind his last customer of the day, a smile on his face as he placed the knife against the man's throat. He dug the tip of the blade in, and began to drag it across. The body jerked violently as blood began to spew forth from his neck, covering Sweeney's arm in the red substance. He pressed the blade in harder, and pulled across the rest of the way. As the body's movements ceased, he rounded the chair and stepped on the pedal, sending the body down to the baking room.

He didn't watch this as he normally would. He was too fascinated by what he held in his hand, a brand new silver razor. Blood dripped off it, but that wasn't what interested him. No, he was interested by his name, engraved in the silver beauty. Blood had filled it. It was beautiful, compared to the darkness that was everywhere around him.

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I'm not too happy with this one. Tell me what you think, though. I like reviews. :D